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NHG-P.767.014
27 Feb 1767:12 (543)
ON A CONSULTATION OF FOUR PHYSICIANS.
Riding one night to see a friend,
Who lay extremely ill;
Soon as I reach'd my journey's end,
Two dons were at my heel.
I made inquiry who they were,
With aspect so demure;
These, said the servant, doctors are,
My master come to cure.
No soon said, than in there came
a third, and then a fourth;
These by profession are the same,
All men of mickle worth.
Pitying my friend's unhappy case,
I sigh'd and shook my head;
I sent next morning to the place
To know if he was dead.
The answer's brought; He's still alive.
'Tis strange, says I, cut civil;
Few two physicians can survive,
But four would kill the devil.
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